The Farm-Yard Journal
Dear Tom,
'Since we parted at the breaking-up, I have been for most of the time at a pleasant farm in Hertfordshire, where I have employed myself in rambling about the country, and assisting, as well as I could, at the work going on at home and in the fields. On wet days, and in the evenings, I have amused myself with keeping a journal of all the great events that have happened among us; and hoping that when you are tired of the bustle of your busy town you may receive some entertainment from comparing our transactions with yours, I have copied out for your perusal one of the days in my memorandum-book.
'Pray let me know in return what you are doing, and believe me,
'Your very affectionate friend,
'Richard Markwell.'
She kicked up her hind legs, and threw down the milk-pail.—Page 93.